Afraid Of Waiting

The Tide was falling....... pushing in and then sucking out with a crash........ a violent rolling a thrashing...
a churning tropical salty milk shake...............

The Frigate birds shadow was cast and past in the freshly washed   sand in front of him..... not one others foot print  laid in the twice daily erasure of  human evidence ,      This  the coming and going of the Tide was.........

He looked into the now separated tidal pool... it held crystal gin clear water... like looking down into natures own aquarium... there  swam fish...... one a lone blue tang all trapped together until the next incoming......... Hermit crabs by the thousands  scurried up above on the high beach heading who knows where?........

He thought about the psychosis of success...... he laughed.... perhaps he ought not  or perhaps he should  even louder.

What do you want?  Oliver had been questioned this earlier in his life.

Maybe that is What he questioned, to want.  What is this Wanting business before being satisfied about ?

He was before some corporate magnate...... trying to please an asshole..... he could go to work for somebody else maybe that was what his employer wanted of him all along?  He could only question it now for it had just now only occurred to him.  The  Dupe and Use program ..... why everyone was signing up.. as they labeled him resistor............

A dumpy house sitting in a big world was fine it was comfortable........  well, he could always write........

'Only Love Whispers In The Dark between sleep and waking'

All minds are subjected to their influences.

Getting the last word in , then you will have WON!  Bravo........ he applauds himself.

Why she Screams and Flashes....... and says WHAT!    ART.................  Who said it? It was or wasn't?

She Moans............

I am living I am dreaming here, can you now see?

Some form of Tinnitus....... I hear ringing...........

As Oliver walks among the shadows cast by the trees he remembers all the cronyism's , don't laugh....

The fast tracks following him around........ Oliver lives where he goes..... most times.

He snidely remarks.....  'We are not Artists , we just burn calories in that way'

You know at the large Art Auction Barn.

He is soooooooo sorry and apologizes that he has no formal training like his contemporary masters.

and plus  'Hell'  it made him feel good to write.......  the early masters resided deep within him... you could not take it away...... or delusional  either way works...........

The psychosis of success........  he laughed.

Afraid of Waiting.
                                                         Please keep laughing.
                                                                     Oliver.